Meeting James – Chapter 8 – by melanieatplay.

Sex stories: Meeting James Chapter 8 by melanieatplay.

Genres: True Story, Anal, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Spanking, Written by women

James and Melanie spend an intense evening at the Bellagio.

I felt as if my heart was going to beat out of my chest as James and I drove west on route 95 towards Summerlin. Had I been alone in the SUV, I would have texted Gianna to let her know that James and I would be dining in the restaurant this evening. However, with James sitting next to me, giving her an advanced warning didn’t feel appropriate. I tried everything I could to hide my nervousness, but I felt as if James could see right through me. Did he know what a nervous wreck I was? Normally his hand on my thigh had a calming effect, but tonight, it didn’t help.

It felt like the powers of the universe were conspiring against me. James insisted that we dine at his restaurant so we could sample entrees which would help him to decide who to hire as his new executive chef. This would have been fine on any other night, but tonight, my girlfriend Gianna was finishing her shift as a server in James’ restaurant.

It had been a difficult twenty-four hours and nothing seemed to help soothe my guilty conscience. I had participated in a threesome with James and Megyn and I tried to reassure myself that because of James’ dominant nature, I didn’t have a choice. However, I had chosen to spend the remainder of the evening having sex with Megyn once James had fallen asleep, and that was impossible to justify to myself and even more difficult to explain to Gianna. Like James, she evoked so many complex emotions within me. Part of me missed her terribly and couldn’t wait to see her. The other part of me dreaded the thought of being in the same room with her.

About twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of the restaurant. A valet opened the passenger door and greeted me with a warm smile. I stepped out and walked around the Escalade just as James was handing the keys to the young valet. James pulled me to him and possessively put his arm around me.

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Stop fidgeting, you look beautiful.”

Unconsciously, I was pulling at the short hem of the neon yellow, scrunch halter dress that James had chosen for me to wear for the evening. When he pointed out what I was doing, I immediately released the hem, letting it fall on my upper thighs. I couldn’t remember a time when I was so nervous, but I tried desperately not to show it.

We walked into the restaurant and we were met immediately by David, the manager, who I recognized from our last visit a month ago.

“Good evening Mr. Moretti,” David said, as the men vigorously shook hands.

David appeared to be much more relaxed than the last time I had met him when he and James were dealing with financial issues that arose when an assistant manager was stealing from the restaurant.

“Good evening David,” James said smiling. “You remember Melanie.”

“I do. It’s a pleasure to see you again Ma’am,” David said, as we shook hands.

David released my hand and then turned towards James and began to speak.

“As you requested, I set up the banquet room and I will direct our three candidates to begin preparing their appetizers if you’ll both follow me.”

David led us through the restaurant and I scanned the area looking for Gianna but I didn’t see her. Just like last month, the restaurant was packed and there were even people waiting to be seated in the sitting area. As we entered the large dining room, I could tell that David had done some decorating since we had been there last. There were several new Italian fresco’s prominently displayed, and in the middle of the dining room, there was a large fountain that really added to the cozy, romantic ambiance.

Almost immediately, I felt hundreds of eyes on me. The elegant aesthetic of the decadent Italian décor was a glaring contrast to the bright, neon yellow club dress that I was wearing and the snide and jeering looks I was getting from many of the older women, reminded me of it. The vast majority of them were wearing longer, more formal and conservative looking dresses and skirts. It reminded me of when my older brother used to tease his girlfriend by saying that she dressed like a ‘whore in church.’ That was definitely how I felt in the dress that James had chosen for me to wear that evening.

As we walked through the restaurant towards the banquet room, I clung to James and I tried my best to look forward and ignore the rude sneers of the people we were walking past. To make matters worse, James seemed to be walking at such a slow pace. It felt like we were taking a leisurely stroll and I knew it had to be about half the speed of his normal quick-paced gate. Then I realized it wasn’t just happenstance, he was doing it on purpose! He had to know how mortifying this was for me, getting these nasty looks from these women, and he was actually trying to prolong this horrible experience by walking slowly, so everyone had a chance to visually insult me.

By the time we reached the banquet room I was seething from what James had just done to me. I knew I probably looked visibly shaken and I needed to calm myself down.

“If you’ll both excuse me, I need to use the ladies room,” I said sweetly, trying to hide the utter turmoil I was feeling inside.
James gave me a tender smile and a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Of course darling, there is a matter I need to discuss with David anyway.”

I forced the best smile I could and turned and walked towards the restroom. Thankfully, it was just off of the banquet room and I wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of walking through the main dining area again.

Just as I stepped out of the banquet room, I saw Gianna. She was delivering food to one of the tables in her section and almost immediately, she saw me. Her warm smile turned into a look of shock when she saw what I was wearing. I pointed at the restroom door motioning for her to meet me in there if she could, and she slowly nodded her head in affirmation.

I walked into the bathroom and thankfully, two women were just leaving as I was entering. I first quickly checked my look in the mirror. My hair was holding up really well and my makeup still looked good. I was looking much better outwardly than how I was feeling inwardly. I walked over to the large wheelchair stall, sat down on the toilet and locked the door.

Why would James do that to me? Why would he put me through that? I couldn’t believe he would knowingly make me wear something so inappropriate, and then make it worse by intentionally walking slowly, so all of the old people in the dining room would have plenty of time to gawk and sneer. Was this some type of punishment for something I’d done?

I heard the bathroom door open which me broke me out of my thoughts.

“Mel?” I heard a voice say, softly.

“I’m in here Gianna,” I said quietly and unlocked the door to the stall.

She walked into the stall and we quickly embraced, our lips touching as we shared a tender kiss. It felt so good to be with her and just being in her presence immediately calmed me down.

“How are you, honey?” She said softly.

“I’m doing okay, I think.”

“Well, I have to give it to you, you really know how to make a grand entrance.”

Oh God, did she really see me walking through the dining room?

“This is James’ idea of keeping a low profile,” I said jokingly, trying to make light of what he had just put me through.

She gave me a puzzled look.

“I think it’s more of his way of showing you off or announcing to everyone in the restaurant the ‘eye candy’ on his arm,” she said in a serious tone.

I looked down, feeling deeply embarrassed by her statement. I had never thought of myself in that way: ‘eye candy’ to be displayed in front of others. Of course, I loved dressing in sexy clothes and showing off a bit, however, only when it was appropriate and when I fitted in with everyone else, such as when I went clubbing. Gianna was right. Making me wear this bright yellow club dress was James’ way of making sure I’d stand out from everyone else in the restaurant, and when he walked slowly, that was him making sure everyone had the opportunity to see me.

That realization made me feel sick to my stomach.

“Mel listen, I’m sorry,” she said in a soft tone. “It’s not my place to say anything about how you choose to dress. I’m just happy to see you.”

I pulled her in tight and we kissed passionately, our tongues lightly touched in our romantic embrace. Amidst all of the chaos and upheaval that James was putting me through, Gianna was my rock and I honestly didn’t know what I’d do without her.

We broke our kiss, “I have to get back out onto the floor honey, and you had better get back to that crazy man of yours,” she said, keeping her voice low.

We smiled at each other as I watched her turn and open the door to the stall and then exit the bathroom.

I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom and back into the spacious banquet room where I saw James seated at a large table in the middle of the room. It felt strange, the two of us alone in such an expansive space that was designed to seat at least a hundred people.

James rose when he saw me approach the table, and pulled out my chair to assist me in taking my seat. Like the rest of the restaurant, the banquet room was beautifully decorated in a classic Italian theme with intricate crown moldings and large paintings which displayed different scenes from Italy. There were several crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling which gave the room an elegant, romantic ambiance. The large table was set with a sparkling white linen tablecloth, fine china, intricately designed stemware, and three different crystal glasses for beverages. They had obviously made a lot of upgrades since we had been here last month because I couldn’t remember the restaurant being nearly this elegant.

Talking with Gianna had helped settle my nerves and as I felt James put his hand on my thigh, I started to feel relaxed and comfortable. I was still upset at the whole ‘yellow dress’ incident, but I decided to let it drop, at least for now.